Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry: Vol. I.John Bell, 1789 - 192 էջ |
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... give relief — and Heaven will bless your store . These tatter'd cloaths my poverty bespeak , These hoary locks proclaim my lengthen'd years : And many a furrow in my grief - worn cheek , Has been the channel to a stream of tears . Yon ...
... give relief — and Heaven will bless your store . These tatter'd cloaths my poverty bespeak , These hoary locks proclaim my lengthen'd years : And many a furrow in my grief - worn cheek , Has been the channel to a stream of tears . Yon ...
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... poor old man ! Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door , Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span , Oh ! give relief - and Heaven will bless your store . ELEGY XII . BY DANIEL HAYES , ESQ . Ан EL.XI. 67 AND FUNEREAL .
... poor old man ! Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door , Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span , Oh ! give relief - and Heaven will bless your store . ELEGY XII . BY DANIEL HAYES , ESQ . Ан EL.XI. 67 AND FUNEREAL .
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... give Reflection time , with lenient art , Each fond delusion from her soul to steal ; Teach her from Folly peaceably to part , And wean her from a world she lov'd so well . Say , are ye sure his Mercy shall extend To you so long a span ...
... give Reflection time , with lenient art , Each fond delusion from her soul to steal ; Teach her from Folly peaceably to part , And wean her from a world she lov'd so well . Say , are ye sure his Mercy shall extend To you so long a span ...
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... Gives wit to win , and beauty power to warm ; And though , like hers whose recent fate we mourn , And ask your pity for a sister's urn , Your beauties shine in all their bloom confest , ' Mid gazing slaves contending to be blest , Yet ...
... Gives wit to win , and beauty power to warm ; And though , like hers whose recent fate we mourn , And ask your pity for a sister's urn , Your beauties shine in all their bloom confest , ' Mid gazing slaves contending to be blest , Yet ...
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... ; Accept this mite of tributary praise . O ! could I paint thee with a master's hand , And give thee all thy merits could demand ; These lines should glow with true poetic flame , Bright To the Memory of Margaret Woffington Mr John Hoole.
... ; Accept this mite of tributary praise . O ! could I paint thee with a master's hand , And give thee all thy merits could demand ; These lines should glow with true poetic flame , Bright To the Memory of Margaret Woffington Mr John Hoole.
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awful bard beam beauty blest bliss bloom boast bosom bower breast breath bright brow charms chear cou'd cry'd dart death Dryad e'er ELEGY ev'ry eyes fair fame Fancy Fancy's fate faultering flame fled flower fond fondly frown gloom glories glow grace grave grief grove hand hapless heart heave Heaven hour House of Guise immortal JAMES BEATTIE life's lost for love lov'd lyre Mary's Mary's tomb mind MONODY mournful MUSAEUS Muse Nature's ne'er Nymphs o'er pale passion Phaedra pity plain poet's thought pow'r praise Queen rage rapture rise round sacred scene shade shed shine sigh silence skies smile soft solemn song sooth sorrows soul sprightly strain Suadela swain sweet tears thee thine thou thro toil tomb trembling tuneful vale virgin train virtue Virtue's waves ween weeping WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE WILLIAM MASON wing youth
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Էջ 65 - Pity the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span ; Oh ! give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.
Էջ 65 - Yon house erected on the rising ground, With tempting aspect, drew me from my road, For plenty there a residence has found, And grandeur a magnificent abode. (Hard is the fate of the...
Էջ 96 - Or caught the orient blush of quick surprise, How sweetly mutable, how brightly wild, The liquid lustre darted from her eyes ? Each look, each motion wak'da new-born grace, That o'er her form its transient glory cast : Some lovelier wonder soon usurp'd the place, Chas'd by a charm still lovelier than the last.
Էջ 98 - Not sink and slumber in your cells of clay. Know, ye were form'd to range yon azure field, In yon ethereal founts of bliss to lave ; Force then, secure in Faith's protecting shield, The sting from Death, the vict'ry from the Grave.
Էջ 99 - That lift the hero from the fighting crowd. Is it his grasp of empire to extend ? To curb the fury of insulting foes ? Ambition, cease ; the idle contest end : 'Tis but a kingdom thou canst win or lose...
Էջ 141 - Th' expressive glance — whose subtle comment draws Entranced attention, and a mute applause; Gesture that marks , with force and feeling fraught , A sense in silence, and a will in thought; Harmonious speech, whose pure and liquid tone Gives verse a music, scarce...
Էջ 147 - Pnines its light wings, and pecks its food, And meditates the song : Serenely sorrowing, breathes its piteous case, And with its plaintive warblings saddens all the place. Forgive me, Heaven ! — yet — yet the tears will flow, To think how soon my scene of bliss is past ! My budding joys just promising to blow, All nipt and wither'd by one envious blast ! My hours, that laughing wont to fleet away...
Էջ 66 - Oh take me to your hospitable dome ! Keen blows the wind, and piercing is the cold ! Short is my passage to the friendly tomb, For I am poor, and miserably old.
Էջ 65 - With tempting aspect drew me from my road ; For plenty there a residence has found, And grandeur a magnificent abode. Hard is the fate of the infirm and poor...
Էջ 141 - The throng that mourn'd as their dead favourite pass'd, The graced respect that claim'd him to the last, While Shakespeare's image from its hallow'd base Seem'd to prescribe the grave, and point the place, Nor these, nor all the sad regrets that flow From fond fidelity's domestic woe.